‘’She has some blood
in her pale hands
that flows down softly
from her veins,
it flows on her fingers
then it goes down,
with little drops
to hit the ground.
She’s surely dead,
and I’m amazed
to see such people…
Getting their life erased,
without even getting that
they have just deleted
all they ever really had ‘’

Scars on my hips,
Scars on my thighs,
Eyes full of hurt,
And mouth full of lies..

Come on, kiss me and please shuts up.
Don't leave me alone, i'm cold.
Come on, and stay quiet.
Why lie? We are alone.

To be honest, I'm not here to be liked.
I'm hurts and i'm afraid,
I'm not here to love you either.

I saw the depths of your heart,
That leads us to nothing.

Leaves lit for the ghosts.
We are good in your home, come on.
If you want to play we can expect the worst.

Glasses of wine.
I have nothing to tell you.
Come and kiss me.
Please.
That leads us to nothing.

You told me once,
  " I love you."

At first I believed it.
But when you turned your back on me,
I saw what you've been hiding.

The hurt that washed over me.
The shattering sounds I hear in my heart.

The words you spoke
  I no longer believe.

Your love was a lie
I can not defeat.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.



But the roses have wilted,
And the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty,
And my wrist are stained red.

I hear you in the silence of another lunar cycle
       your predatory stare scares me to death
  the intimacy we share writes like
the history of a "Divine One"
    the Michelangelo of modern times
you promised me healing as you
           studied me intently
  eyes filled
a storm drain overflowing with rain
  your gaze no longer reflected
        in the glass
   you are now stood by

  at just thirteen you held my soul
  on rose pillows of chiffon fabric
you were more than just the oxygen I breathed
    you were the beauty I saw in
    every dark haunting thought
my mother told me that my
    primal wishes were the most childish
  fantasies she had ever heard
a pure example of human interaction
                 I yet again
       misunderstood.

© Sia Jane